Monday, 7 January 2013

Cloud Watching

When we pause to look up from our earthbound scurrying, we will see that the skies offer an ever-changing drama.

Clouds shift and flow and move: the sky is never the same two seconds in a row.

As the sun moves, so the colours change and the interplay between the wind, the temperature and the sun create spectacles of infinite variety.

Clouds will form themselves into fantastic shapes, even for a second appearing to resemble an object from our world: a rabbit, a saucepan, a dragon or a heart.

Then they are gone, ever-changing, formless yet with form, solid yet fluid at once.

Clouds are natures poetry.

"Look up, marvel at the ephemeral beauty and live life with your head in the clouds"

"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky"
~~ Rabindranath Tagore

When I was visiting my friend in Christchurch, New Zealand in February 2012 the sky often put on a display like the photo above.


Christine said...

Lovely pensive tribute to clouds...Happy New Year Peggy!

miruspeg said...

Many thanks Christine for your kind words and all the very best for 2013. xxxxx

A California Bird (Ninon Nickerson) said...

Yes! I love clouds and also find them inspiring!

miruspeg said...

I am certainly not surprised that you love clouds Ninon.
Birds, nature and of course the sky and clouds go hand in hand.
Be well dear friend. xxxxx

Roban said...

I do love clouds, Peggy, and actually tried to bounce on one once. (Needless to say, I fell straight through it!)

I remember when I was little lying in the grass and looking at all of the clouds and the shapes they made. I still point out animals to Hannah.... In fact, I saw a poodle just the other day!

miruspeg said...

Roban I can picture you flying amongst the clouds whilst skydiving. I have just re-read your post "To be a bird" and can visualise you bouncing off clouds on your way down.
Oh what a feeling that must have been.
I certainly hope to experience what you experienced one day Roban, and to skydive together would be an awesome way to go.

bill lisleman said...

Peggy your post reminded of the poem that was recited at the inauguration today. It's titled "One Today". Here' the last part of it:

One sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes
tired from work: some days guessing at the weather
of our lives, some days giving thanks for a love
that loves you back, sometimes praising a mother
who knew how to give, or forgiving a father
who couldn't give what you wanted.

We head home: through the gloss of rain or weight
of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always—home,
always under one sky, our sky. And always one moon
like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop
and every window, of one country—all of us—
facing the stars
hope—a new constellation
waiting for us to map it,
waiting for us to name it—together

miruspeg said...

What a beautiful poem Bill, thanks for sharing it.
I hope 2013 heralds in a peaceful year for all Americans.

Laura said...

beautiful post!

miruspeg said...

Ahh thanks Laura.

Lilly said...

I love nothing better than to be looking out of a plane window at the clouds. I often imgin opening the hatch and diving off into their soft bed. They are the most beautiful of things and the most fearsome as well. Wonderful post Peggy.

miruspeg said...

Hey Lilly!
Did you know every cloud really does have a silver lining!
Scientist say gloomy days are good for the brain.

While wet weather may make us feel gloomy, it sharpens the memory and improves our recall.

How about them apples!